They all have hidden attributes!

Tachikuni looked up at the window and saw a thin, crescent-shaped moon floating in the deep purple sky.

"If we want to trust Makoto, we must trust Reiko together. I really wanted to trust her when we were in Kamakura, but right now the more important thing is how to control the situation."

In Kamakura, Makoto Takahashi rejected Reiko Kashima, but Reiko Kashima chose to resign, giving up the opportunity to regain Yuki Tatsumi's trust.

Now that the two of them are spending the night together, it's as if they've bound the young lady's trust to them.

"Xiao Xing, you've grown up."

Tachikami Kotoyo slowly walked into the tea room, looked at her daughter with a gratified gaze, and said softly, "Right now, Makoto doesn't like you enough, and Reiko is also a child I've watched grow up."

“I will find the best solution,” Yuki Tachimi said.

December 29st, early morning.

The chirping of sparrows drifted in from outside the window, and the morning air seeped into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains.

Makoto Takahashi opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling. After a moment of reaction, he sat up while yawning.

As I got out of bed, dressed, and went downstairs, Kashima Reiko brought out breakfast and placed it on the table.

She changed into a white sleeveless vest and black casual hot pants that exposed her buttocks, leaving large areas of her snow-white skin exposed to the air. Her long, beautiful legs were firm, slender, and elastic, completely unguarded.

Good morning, I was just about to wake you up.

"morning."

Makoto Takahashi nodded, recalling the way Reiko Kashima looked up at him last night and her hazy, watery blue eyes.

No wonder she's an Olympic-level badminton player; her ankles and wrists are incredibly flexible.

Shaking his head, letting his mind wander, he sat down at the table and poured milk into a glass.

"Chun Ke wants to invite you to participate in an international art exhibition. I think you can sign up for the international comprehensive competition."

Kashima Reiko picked up a piece of toast and spread orange marmalade on it with a knife: "This is my first international appearance. We'll decide our next move based on the results."

Makoto Takahashi took the toast she handed him, took a bite, paused for two seconds as if remembering something, and then nodded in agreement: "Okay, you arrange it."

After having breakfast and saying goodbye to Kashima Reiko, Takahashi Makoto walked along the quiet residential streets to Jiyugaoka, bought various chocolates and cream puffs of different flavors, and then took a taxi back to Toshima Ward.

Back at the apartment, Makoto Takahashi unlocked the door, placed the chocolates and cream puffs he had bought on the coffee table, went into his studio, cut out a canvas, laid it out, and sent a message to Maya Uesugi via Line.

[Takahashi: At home]

[Takahashi: I bought you cream puffs]

[MAYA: Why wasn't it delivered?]

[Takahashi: Busy]

He put down his phone, mixed the paints, and picked up his paintbrush—not for an assessment.

A few minutes later, Maya Uesugi opened the door with the spare key and saw that Makoto Takahashi was engrossed in the studio, so she decided to stay in the living room to keep him company.

Reading, making coffee, having lunch, reading again, writing, having dinner...

It wasn't until late at night that Makoto Takahashi put down his paintbrush and looked at his new work with satisfaction.

The canvas contains only a jar of water and a rose.

This is the feeling that Kashima Reiko gave Takahashi Makoto: all she needed in her life was a jar of water and a rose.

This was also the gift he intended to give to Kashima Reiko.

Stepping out of the studio, in the bright light of the living room, Uesugi Maya sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, holding a thick hardcover book in her hands and reading.

Hearing footsteps, she slowly raised her delicate face, her caramel-colored eyes looking at her with a sleepy gaze: "Do you know what time it is?"

"It's not even 11 o'clock yet."

Makoto Takahashi raised his wrist, glanced at the pearl white dial, and twisted his stiff neck forcefully: "Is there dinner? I want fried chicken and ramen."

"Only miso soup and beef rice are available."

Maya Uesugi closed the book in her hand, sat up from the sofa, and walked towards the kitchen: "Aren't you hungry? I thought you would come out for dinner."

"It would be such a waste to give up halfway." Makoto Takahashi reclined on the sofa, processing messages on his phone while waiting for dinner to be served.

Tachimi Yuki learned from Uesugi Maya that he was painting, and didn't send many messages, only sending "[Goodnight]" half an hour ago.

Today, Nekoya Hina forcibly dragged Hanakawa Kaori to the badminton club, but the latter preferred to watch from the sidelines rather than pick up a racket.

Kashima Reiko returned to the Tachimi family home in the afternoon, ending her vacation, and continued to serve as the young lady's attendant.

I received a message from Junka Shiraishi inviting me on a date.

After a moment of contemplation, recalling the [premonition of love] she had before the training camp began, and her strategy of passively accepting and enduring the pain, Makoto Takahashi finally agreed.

[Takahashi: Is tomorrow okay?]

The message is marked as "[read]" immediately after being sent, and then a reply is received.

[Sumika: Okay]

[Sumika: (address)]

[Sumika: My Home]

[Takahashi: A home-based date?]

[Sumika: I want to do it]

[Takahashi: I won't do it]

[Sumika: Feeling Wronged.JPG]

[Sumika: I'll listen to you]

[Sumika: Well-behaved.JPG]

[Takahashi: See you at the academy tomorrow]

[Sumika: Okay]

After agreeing on a meeting time, Makoto Takahashi put down his phone and closed his eyes to rest. A short while later, Maya Uesugi brought a hot beef rice bowl and miso soup to the living room and placed them in front of him.

"Leave it here after you finish eating, I'll clean it up tomorrow."

"it is good."

Get some rest early, goodnight.

"Good night."

Makoto Takahashi nodded. Maya Uesugi, seeing his tired face, couldn't help but sit down on the sofa across the coffee table.

"Eat quickly, I'll stay with you a little longer," she said coldly, arms crossed.

I didn't come back last night.

Makoto Takahashi sat up straight and picked up his chopsticks: "Sachi should know that you spent the night at Reiko's place."

"Tsk, scum."

A shadow fell over Uesugi Maya's delicate face as she glanced at the pest with disdain: "She definitely knew, there's no doubt about it."

While Tachibana Yuki might not be monitoring Takahashi Makoto, he will certainly be keeping an eye on Kashima Reiko's movements.

“She hasn’t mentioned it to this day, and she seems to trust me a lot,” Makoto Takahashi said.

"They might be waiting for you to confess."

Maya Uesugi twirled a stray strand of hair from his shoulder with her fingertips, staring intently at his expression: "Back in Kamakura, you clearly rejected Reiko Kashima, so why are you being so obsessive now?"

"Different."

"What's different?"

"Forced and voluntary, and my feelings."

Makoto Takahashi gave her a smug smile and then devoured his dinner.

It was sunny on March 8.

With only two days left until the end of summer vacation, teachers at Tsurumizawa Academy have begun their regular workday.

Maya Uesugi planned to stay home and write a new book. After having breakfast, Makoto Takahashi said goodbye to her and took the streetcar alone to Tsurumizawa Academy.

He arrived at the chairman's office, knocked on the door, and heard a voice inside saying "Come in," so he pushed the door open and went in.

The chairperson of Tsurumizawa is a kind-looking woman with gray hair, who is probably around 50 years old.

After Makoto Takahashi entered the office, she warmly served him tea. After all, the outstanding students recruited in the first year of the organization's restructuring of Tsurumizawa were still the key targets of the academy's promotion.

After Makoto Takahashi explained his purpose, the chairman immediately agreed and made a phone call to arrange for Hanakawa Kaori to enroll in the class, and also gave her a tuition reduction and scholarship.

Makoto Takahashi felt a little strange when he first realized how valuable his reputation was.

After leaving the chairman's office, he walked along the shadows cast by the cedar trees on the courtyard pavement to the fountain, where Shiraishi Junka sat quietly on a bench waiting.

The sunlight outlined her alluring profile, and her long black hair exuded elegance and grace.

As Makoto Takahashi walked over, she glanced over unintentionally, and the moment their eyes met, Junko Shiraishi revealed a happy smile.

"Greetings, Cheng." She stood up and greeted him softly.

"Good morning, have you decided where to go on your date?"

Makoto Takahashi wanted to motivate Junka Shiraishi, because if she remained passive, she would inevitably feel guilty no matter how he arranged things.

Shiraishi Junko gently shook her head, her black hair swaying, her wine-red eyes looking over with a submissive gaze, captivatingly beautiful.

Makoto Takahashi tried to suggest a few locations for her to choose from, but Junka Shiraishi didn't fall for it at all. She just clung to his arm, adopting a soft and clingy attitude.

Ultimately, Makoto Takahashi chose to go to Shiraishi's house for a home-based date.

He has to wear a mask when he goes out on dates, and since it's still very hot, it would be better to go to a quieter, more private place.

Junka Shiraishi lives in a villa near Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden.

Stepping into the courtyard, you are greeted by lush greenery.

Garden trees, lawns, ground-planted plants, potted plants, vegetables, tall corn stalks... all at an adult's height

The sunlight was filled with a moist atmosphere, and Makoto Takahashi felt that every breath he took was full of vitality.

"Are these things purely for care?" he asked curiously.